#I've been writing this out for like a week but tbh I've probably forgotten something... ugh

[moecartoons]

Happily Ever After Headcanons

Because I think it's my favorite Cybersite. Keep in mind I'm mostly making this up for fun.

The site is called Happily Ever After, and it's main kingdom is called Happily Ever Afterville. The site is sometimes referred to as 'far, far away,' especially by the old fashioned.

Afterville is ruled by Old King Cole, who is a merry ol' soul.

Every resident of the site is Organic. They were not created or built but born.

Residents who are a part of a story are called Characters. This would be Snow White, the Big Bad Wolf, the Golden Goose, Little Miss Muffet, etc.

Those who live in HEA but have no story, no role beyond a face in the crowd are referred to as "vignettes." Some Vignettes may leave HEA for other cybersites.

Characters have a natural urge to stay on the Cybersite and a duty to fulfill their story.

The only one who understands this urge outside of the denizens themself is Motherboard, who created all sites. Some believe if too many Characters refuse to play out their story, then the cybersite will fall apart.

A new hero, villain, and other storybook character is born every other generation to fulfill their story.

It is commonly believed that only residents of HEA can be storybook characters, but this is untrue. Faith will bring the hero, villain, sidekick, or whoever to the land of far, far away. They may be of Happily Ever After descent, but it's been found this is not required.

There has been only ONE Earthlie, however, who fulfilled the role of a story, and this was Dorothy.

There had only been one Story that took place off of Happily Ever After, which was Alice's. She went through a rogue portal to an unknown cybersite that can only be described as 'mad.'

Stories rarely end the exact same. They rarely play out the exact same either for that matter. One generation's Evil Queen may be just that without remorse while the other's is seen as a saint. Only the battle between a hero and villain is guaranteed, not the outcome.

HEA is very forgiving, their villains no matter what they've done are always welcomed and given a second chance. There may be some time when people fear them, but eventually they'll be forgiven and allowed to live in peace if they so choose. This is why Wicked, Wolf and the Giant can be around everyone without much of a fuss. Spider had just recently frightened Miss Muffet and so was still recovering socially.

HEA is considered one of the friendlier sites. But it may depend which part of it you visit.

The technology on HEA is limited, they don't believe in most except for emergencies. They like their horse-drawn carriages and fire during the winters.

They do, however, so adore their music, they regularly use speakers, microphones, and even electric instruments. They still adore their acoustic sounds, but they do love feeling the music right through to their bones in a gathering.

TVs are mostly for keeping up with news outside of the site. It's normal for only one person in an area to own one and allow others to watch when something important is going on.

Phones are scarce, because it used to be easy to contact Motherboard since she had an eye over everything. It proves more and more difficult however in times of crisis to reach her given her condition.

Cyberspace's universal bus system does make stops at HEA, so many do not need to own a ship. Many Kings, Queens and Rulers have their own in case of an emergency, however. Some that are so kind even have many in case of their kingdom's need to evacuate.

HEA has a mixture of medieval and modern food. They make everything by scratch but aren't afraid to make their soda pop or import out of seasoned veggies.

HEA is the most Earth-like cybersite there is. Their animals looks the closest to what they look like on Earth, there are [mostly] humans, and the greenery is the most complex in all of Cyberspace.

Residents speak like any one else does in Cyberspace. Some may visit thinking they speak Ye Olde Tongue, but that's not the case. You may find they have a vocabulary as hip as a Radster.

The Olde Tongue is actually much more complex than inserting "thy" and "thou" in your speech and is near impossible to understand nowadays. There's only one resident who seems to struggle to adapt...

Character Specific Headcanons

Jack, of Jack and the beanstalk, is now a full grown man and King Cole's most trusted help. He keeps track of the king's schedule and helps keep everyone calm in times of crisis. He's still known to be irresponsible despite trying his best. King Cole is seen as foolish for many reasons and his choice of help is one of them.

Red Riding Hood is one of the few borg of HEA. She has a glitch that makes it difficult for her to recognize faces, making her perfect for her story's role. She keeps her hood up to hide the back of her head, which is the most borg-like part of her appearance.

Spider appears friendly, and is, but has a horrible set of teeth and fangs. When he sat beside Little Miss Muffet, he sneezed. He looked so horrific it frightened her away and everyone grew fearful of Spider in "Counted Happily Ever After."

The Big Bad Wolf is the runt of his family, with three older brothers, two younger ones and a little sister, who all resemble wolves from Earth. Wolf is the only one who can stand on two legs, has thumbs, and can huff and puff so hard he'll knock you down.

Wicked is a wonderful example of how HEA's natural order can be broken.

[anniesocsandgeneralstore]

it's been an honor writing with you all (and by you all i mean the 6 moots who are gonna care about this) 🫡

But in all seriousness, I have been thinking about doing this for a while. My time off I've had this past week just really helped me make up my mind about it.

For months it feels like I have not been writing for myself. That I've been writing for everyone else, trying to please everyone and write what people wanna see. In all honesty, I've been writing out of guilt (feeling bad that I have requests sitting in my inbox or that a story hasn't been continued) for months. I've lost my voice somewhere along the way and I need to find her again. It's been...Not fun. At all. It's almost sapped away my love of writing tbh and I can't keep going. I need a break.

So, hiatus.

Not to mention all the stuff with minimal interactions on my creative posts (that's a whole other story that I feel every writer preaches on and I won't get into here. Reblog the stuff you like. Comment. It's why writers keep leaving).

SO, hiatus.

I'm still gonna be on tumblr. Reblogging things and reading things and probably posting things that are way too personal. Just no writing/posting creative works. So if ya ever wanna talk, reach out!

And for those still with me and for those who care, this does mean I will be deleting everything from my inbox. I'm really sorry. But seeing all those requests and prompts sitting in there day after day fills me with such guilt and anxiety. And that would be the ONLY reason I fulfill any of them. Because I feel guilty, not because I feel inspired. I know I asked for most of them through prompt list reblogs, but I feel like my mental health is worth more than a silly little blurb.

I've feared doing this because I don't wanna be forgotten in the grand ether that is the tumblr fanfic world. But I just can't do it anymore.

I hope when I come back to writing I feel refreshed, I feel inspired, and I feel joy in something I've been doing since I was 11 years old.

Until then, happy blogging to you all

[sammyboyimagines]

Five's a Crowd

Pairing: Jonathan x Reader

Summary: Jonathan can't keep his eyes off you, and Argyle decides to step in. But after a stupid mistake, Jonathan finds out how you really feel about him.1.9k words

Warnings: swearing, one mention of sex but not 18+, drug use, lovesick Jonathan, Mike and Will (idk I just felt the need to tell you)

//i've been so excited to write this, Jonathan is one of my favorite characters, I love him so much but that's not the point. Jonathan is very defensive in this imagine but is also madly in love. He also has a staring problem but that's probably canon and me too tbh. srry I'm rambling. ALSO!! ROBIN FIC THIS WEEKEND I'M SO FUCKING EXCITED.

"Are you serious right now? Just talk to her!" Argyle examined his "weeder"/weed-shaped bird feeder and made some slight edits while Jonathan attempted to focus on the wooden project in front of himself. He couldn't stop staring at you from across the room, the way you stared at your book with deep focus, it was breathtaking.

"You don't get it! I've only been with Nancy, and that was messy enough! I'm terrible at talking to girls." Jonathan looks at his project, semi-satisfied with his creation. Argyle rolled his eyes and sat beside him.

"Sounds like you're in desperate need of a new woman, some well-deserved hanky panky. Cough cough, with Y/n." Jonathan sputtered something along the lines of "gross" and shoved him lightly.

"Dude, I'm not just looking for…that. I'm looking for a solid relationship with her!" Argyle nodded, watching him put his head down on the table.

"So tell her that, man! Tell her you wanna be more than friends. I've seen the way she looks at you when you aren't paying attention." Jonathan just rolled his eyes. How could someone so beautiful have any interest in a lowlife like him? You had so much ahead of you, and he'd be lucky if he graduated at this point.

"You're just telling me these things to make me ask her out! I've never asked anyone out before. I bet you she doesn't even like me as a friend." he held his head in his hands with a heavy exhale. Argyle pats his back sympathetically. "Dude, she literally babysat your little brother a few times. She obviously likes you!" Argyle pushed his long hair out of his face and watched his nervous friend. His eyes were trained on you, the way you twirled your pencil in between your fingers. It made him imagine what those fingers would feel like in his hair, massaging his scalp as he lay in your lap.

"So? She could just like babysitting or something?" Jonathan shrugged it off, watching Argyle jump up. He always was a tad bit dramatic.

"Are you serious right now? Dude no chick would babysit a guy's little brother if she didn't have a big fat crush on him! You need to clear your mind and just go for it." Argyle set the weeder on the table and said his goodbyes right before class ended.

That conversation was long forgotten because not even a week later, Jonathan, Argyle, Mike, Will, and you, were packed into the Surfer Boy van looking for any sign of El. You'd met El before, but you didn't know much about her other than her name and what she looked like. "Why is it so important that we go after her? Why don't we call the police and let them deal with it? I know she's your sister but we don't even know where we're going!" You were very confused and worried that the van would run out of gas and leave you stranded in rural California.

"You don't understand! El has powers and bad people are searching for her. We need to get her back before something happens to her!" Mike was quick to defend her. That sentence made your brain hurt.

"We missed several steps here, El has…powers?" You rubbed your face in exhaustion. You'd been on the road for hours already.

"Y/n, can you just for once accept that there are things you don't know about? The sooner you open your mind, the sooner you'll understand." Jonathan snapped at you, he had been driving for 7 hours. He was tired, but it was rude nonetheless. He'd never snapped at you before.

"Well excuse me for asking. Next time you ask me to go anywhere I'll say no." You didn't want to be involved in the first place, but when Will and Jonathan were upset, it made you upset.

"Yeah whatever, next time I won't ask you to come." he gripped the steering wheel harshly. Argyle was practically tearing his hair out at the argument he was witnessing.

You were cringing at Jonathan's harsh words. You couldn't believe what you were hearing. Jonathan had never said anything like this in your presence, let alone to your face. You turned to face the window, the passenger seat next to your crush becoming your worst nightmare. Jonathan was staring at the road ahead with brooding eyes, his knuckles turning white from the hard grip.

Will and Mike looked between you two, feeling the obvious bad tension between Jonathan and you. Argyle was freaking out in the back, worried that his friend just ruined his chance with his crush. "Stupid, stupid, stupid," he mumbled to himself. As much as he loved his smart, nervous, terribly lonely friend…he was five seconds from smacking him upside his head.

Jonathan pulled over after another hour on the road for a short break before Argyle would take the wheel. Jonathan stood near the side of the van, looking off into the distance. Argyle took this opportunity to have a little chat with him.

"So, how are you feeling?" He tried to gently approach the subject of you. Jonathan shrugged. "Just tired, why?" he ran a hand through his long hair.

"No reason. It's just that maybe you need to apologize to a certain someone." He trailed off, taking a hit from his blunt. "A certain someone who offered to help you with no second thought…" he exhaled smoke into the air. "A certain woman who happens to be staring daggers at you right now…" he chuckled when he saw you struggling to keep your eyes off of Jonathan.

He rolled his eyes. "What do you mean? I didn't do anything." Jonathan was so out of it that he hadn't realized how harsh he had been when telling you off. Argyle looked taken aback.

"Hold up, rewind. This is not you, man. I remember you snapping at her. You told her that you'd never take her anywhere again and that she's a know-it-all. That doesn't sound very "loverboy", does it?" Argyle took another hit and leaned against the van.

"Fuck, I really said that? God, I'm so stupid. Now she'll never want to give me a chance." Jonathan put his head in his hands, ignoring the snickering coming from Mike and Will.

"I doubt it. She's hanging out with Mike and Will and she's been staring at you this entire time. She clearly cares a little bit." Jonathan watched you talk to his little brother, it made his heart soar when he saw how much you cared for him and the people around him.

Man, he royally fucked up.

Before Argyle could get another word in, Jonathan was storming across the street to reach you, Will, and Mike. "Hey guys, can you leave us alone for a second?" They left, beelining for the van.

"Took you long enough," Will mumbled to Jonathan before catching up to Mike. Jonathan cringed to himself and took in a deep breath, his chest feeling very heavy all of the sudden.

You glanced at him, your arms crossed across your chest. "Everything okay?" despite his lashing out earlier, you weren't too offended by his words. He sighed in response.

"Everything's fine I just need you to listen, okay? You don't have to say anything because I know I don't deserve forgiveness for yelling at you earlier. I'm so sorry for getting angry at you today, I don't know what got into me. I didn't mean to upset you, I didn't mean to sound so horrible. I'm tired, it's no excuse but that might have something to do with it. I hope I didn't upset you, it wasn't my intention." Jonathan examined your face for any signs of anger, sadness, or anything.

"No, don't worry about it! I know you're stressed." you put a hand on his shoulder, it felt like second nature the minute you opened your mouth. "Don't beat yourself up about it, I know you didn't mean any of it." You could have said anything and it would have made Jonathan melt. However, he didn't believe you when you told him it was alright.

"No Y/n. You don't deserve this, any of this. I should have left you in California where you'd be safe. And I shouldn't have yelled at you like that, I'm such a dumbass-"

You couldn't take it anymore, seeing him worry and grovel. You kissed him, your soft lips connected with his. He froze up for a second before his hands found their way to your waist. "What was that?" he chuckles breathlessly.

"You're not a bad guy, Jonathan. You're doing your best and you know damn well I would rather be with you than in stupid California. Could you imagine me getting through a school day without our little smoke breaks?" He found himself laughing for the first time since they left Cali. It was true, you both found a spot behind the bleachers in a less populated area of the school to talk and smoke for a little while. It was his favorite part of the day. Hell, he wouldn't even go to school if he knew you wouldn't be there.

"Yes, you were a little mean, but I've snapped at you many times and you haven't given up on me. I'm here to stay whether you like it or not." You watched him smile. Jonathan wasn't the most outgoing guy, but his smile was bright enough to light even the darkest days.

You pulled him in for a longer kiss, your hands holding onto his shirt for as long as he'd let you. "Does this mean you like me?" Jonathan asked, his hopes almost as high as Argyle right now.

"Yes, and I accept your apology. Let's go save El, who has powers and many bad guys coming after her. Still makes no sense." you held his hand as you two walked back to the van, the bright Cali sun burning through your light clothing as your body felt warm and heated from the lovely conversation with Jonathan.

Argyle was leaning out of the driver's side window. "Did you two finally make up or do I have to step in?" You rolled your eyes and pecked Jonathan's cheek.

"Finally, I'm done being your wingman. You're very frustrating, you know that? You help a guy out and then he screams at the lady he loves, typical." With that, Argyle drives off, quickly going 30 miles over the speed limit. It's a wonder how the police haven't pulled him over yet.

"Finally you can stop moping around all day because of her." He laughed when Jonathan got offended. "Really?" he let out a sigh. "Yeah, mopey dick." He turned to face the road again.

"Now, remind me. Where are we going again?"

//so yeah robin fic this weekend, and some billy headcanons sometime next week! Glad to be posting more lol

[literaticat]

Hi Jenn ~ Thank you for being a lighthouse in our wilderness! I write fiction and signed with my literary agent almost fifteen months ago. She has 13 clients and a young child. That said, she takes *months* between emails. Nudges don’t seem to make a difference. (We’ve done a few revisions; I’m very happy with them). However, I cannot understand the snail’s pace of both her working speed and correspondence, and I’m concerned about how she’ll deal with my future publisher if she’s soooo slloowww to respond to things. Or is this the general pace of the industry in general? Are editors the same? Are YOU the same with your clients?

It's generally a very slow industry. Yes, many editors/publishers are the same way. I might hear "I love this, and I want to make an offer" -- but then weeks or months pass before that offer actually comes. I might GET an offer, and then weeks or months pass before that negotiation is concluded and the offer actually closes. I might close a deal and then months and more months pass before a contract comes. Etc, etc. You get the picture.

SOMETIMES any or all of this will be quicker -- I've certainly also gotten offers in a day, resolved negotiations in a week, and gotten the contract swiftly -- but swiftness is sadly not the norm, and I really don't blink when it takes weeks or months (sometimes many, many months) to resolve something. Anything. Things that seem easy. Yes, it's frustrating. No, there's virtually nothing I can do to really speed things up that don't want to be sped up.

Basically, in the world of publishing, ASAP often means "later this week at best", "tomorrow" means "next week-ish" -- "this week or next" means "this month or next", "in a few weeks" means "in a few months", "in a few months" means "six months from now", "around Spring " means "end of summer probably" -- "around Fall" means "in the new year" -- ETC.

Now, I'm not saying that I'm guilty of this too -- but I am, sometimes, for sure. Particularly if what needs doing is something that involves other people - like, I'm sharing such-and-such with somebody else, or I'm trying to get an answer out of so-and-so, or whatever - a lot of times I simply DO NOT have answers, and it takes a really long time to get them. (And editing takes me a long time, tbh!) -- But I do try to be as speedy as possible when it's a question where I DO know the answers or when something is a priority, like there is money, a pending offer, etc, involved.

ALL THAT SAID: I don't know whether your agent is being slow on ALL things, or if she's generally on-the-ball but slow on turning around edits (maybe understandable) -- or if she's not responding when she just doesn't have a response yet because of other people needing to chime in, or what, you know? You don't say if you've already been on submission or not -- submissions can be REALLY excruciatingly slow, and no news is just... no... news. You don't say if she's slow answering things that really are actually quick things that don't involve others. Soooo... I don't know if your agent's slowness with one type of correspondence means she'd also be slow with publishers (probably not, but idk!) -- or if she is "slow but in the fairly normal way that everything in publishing can be slow" or "slow because she's forgotten about you" or something else.

I DO know that if you are generally speaking happy (the edits are good, you like her, etc) -- but this lack of communication is making you quite unhappy, you need to have a conversation where you get a bead on what's happening with her, and ask for changes, or SOMETHING. Maybe "Hey, I love what we've done together with editing this ms, and I am totally aware that everything in publishing is slow as molasses, but I have to admit, my anxiety is through the roof when you don't reply to me for a long time. Can you possibly just acknowledge receipt of emails, and maybe give an ETA of when you think you'll have an answer? That would help my anxious brain immensely!" Or "I know submissions can take a lifetime, and "no news is no news" -- but my anxiety is in overdrive -- can we schedule a time to chat?" (OR SOMETHING!)

I am sure you don't want to be pushy, but if you don't ask, you don't get. You are allowed to ask for what you need. If she can't or won't try to 'meet you where you live', at least, maybe it's time to figure out whether the good parts of this relationship outweigh the bad parts, what you can live with and what you can't, and go from there.

[dreamedge]

AO3 tag game :3

shout-out to @ragecndybars for the tag! <3 I got to think a lot about some older fics and also the deep, eternal impact CC has has on my soul, so I'm emotional rn lol.

How many works do you have on AO3?

21! Which is, a lot more than I thought tbh. I've been writing these long, long fics for so many years now that I've sort of forgotten about all the little ones I've managed in between. And even the long ones add up after a while. Though, I did only import a small selection of my fics from ff.net, so the back catalogue of stuff I've actually written is way longer. ... That's fine, some of that stuff can stay buried lol.

Even at 21 though... *Looks at my shoebox of story ideas and outlines* Its... its still not enough. Its, its just no where close to even making a dent in everything I want to write eventually.

What’s your total AO3 word count?

650,444. I'm pretty sure at least half of that is entirely in CC, and another quarter is in can i bleed. Which, tbh I'm not sure how I feel about that lol. Deeply introspective fics, my passion, my talent, my beloathed. Some part of me does miss simply writting 5k chapters and calling it done for a week. Not all of me though.

How many fandoms have you written for, and what are they?

Only 10! That number probably isn't going to grow much either. I tend to gravitate towards bigger projects these days rather than simple oneshots or even like, 5 chapter long stuff, so I tend to go all in on a small number of fandoms instead of spreading my attention around, even though I want to.

Cardcaptor Sakura

Digimon

Dragon Age Inquisition

Percy Jackson

Persona 3

Power Rangers RPM

RWBY

Teen Wolf

Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle

BNHA

Top five fics by kudos:

A Most Precious Thing (Tsubasa): tbh this being number one is an absolute surprise, though I'm very happy about it. According to AO3, this was published almost 10 years ago, will be 10 years exactly in just a few weeks, but people still regularly give it kudos and comments. It was a complete experiment, style wise; I'd never written anything like it before, I've written one thing like it since, and I'm just so thankful that people loved it so much despite the inexperience behind it.

Of the Woods (Teen Wolf/CCS): This being so high up is not a surprise, and I'm annoyed about it. Mostly bc I know its only so high up bc its for such a big fandom, written during said fandom's height. I think its probably one of the fic I've soured the most on since I wrote it; its just not that great.

Crests Corrupted (Digimon) : Oh, here it is. My masterpiece. Maybe its weird to say that of the fic that's only 3rd, but it truly is, and to see a fic I have put so much of myself into being even this high and this appreciated means so much to me.

can i bleed within your love (Persona 3) : Hi! I don't have much to say about this one, only that I'm so happy with the sheer outpouring of love this has gotten, and I can't wait to finish it.

True Feelings Chocolate (Digimon) : Oh, um, I sort of forgot about you. What are you doing here? ...This is awkward, I really didn't expect this to do so well. Its just a silly little fic I wrote for valentine's one year. I'm glad it did well?

Do you respond to comments?

I try! I don't succeed a lot of the time; generally I'm very tired after posting a chapter and then its been like two weeks and responding feels awkward. Also I tend to ramble, if you haven't noticed yet, some sometimes I'll just close out of responding to avoid any chance of me accidentally spoiling or saying something I shouldn't. I'm... working on it.

What’s the fic with the angstiest ending you’ve ever written?

Oh that's easy. Its the RWBY one, Your Love on Your Sleeve and Your Pain Buried Deep. I don't tend to write angsty fics, I like happy endings, I think this is the only one I've ever written and I'm glad to keep it that way.

Do you write crossovers?

I've written one before, the TW one that's up there. I generally tend to prefer fusions over straight up crossovers; I've gotten several P3 fusions planned, a PJ fusion, the bnha fic I wrote is a fusion. I just, I love fusions. I greatly prefer writing them over cross-overs generally.

Have you ever gotten hate on a fic?

Once or twice, but that was ages ago and I've mostly blocked it from my memory. The fandoms I'm in now have been full of such lovely people, I've been really lucky.

Do you write smut?

Smut, as in the fic happens to have a sex scene? Not typically, but I'm not against doing so when the need calls. Smut, as in the entire point of the fic in the sex scene? No. I'm actually very bad at it. I'll do it if I must but I find even writing kiss scenes awkward, let alone everything else. I will gladly leave it to people much better at their craft them I am.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

To the best of my knowledge? No I don't think so.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

I've had people offer? I don't know if they ever did or even if, in my general ineptitude when it comes to responding to people, I actually agreed they could.

Hey, if anyone wants to translate my works, feel free!

What’s your all-time favorite ship?

... Hey, thats not fair.

Hmmm, well, after much thinking I'm gonna go with Kurogane/Fai from TRC. Other ships may currently have their hooks in my brain, but kurofai is a big comfort to me still, I really love them. And lets be honest. Ain't no one doing it like those two.

What’s a WIP that you want to finish, but don’t think you ever will?

I have, its not posted anywhere, and technically I've barely started writing it, its almost entirely outline rn, but I do have a p3 fantasy au thats just... fucking massive. Its a huge project just from the outline i have, long even in comparison to CC, so long that I doubt I'd ever finish it to the point where I've barely started it.

What are your writing strengths?

Combat. I write a damn good fight scene and I know it. I take a lot of pride in that. I also tend to have a pretty solid grasp of pacing on an overall level for longer fics. Per chapter pacing gets a bit more eh, but the overall pacing of arcs and stuff for my longer fics, I generally know what I'm doing.

What are your writing weaknesses?

I never know when to shut the fuck up! This is a problem I've known I've had for years. I just let characters go on these long, internal monologues, which is only acceptable because I also write deeply introspective fics. However, it tends to slow chapters down a lot and after a bit, characters repeat themselves and its a problem.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fics?

I'm incapable bc I'm monolingual but I've always loved fics that use other languages! Maybe I can do that some day lol.

What was the first fandom you ever wrote for?

Yknow, if I dug far far far back in my ff.net account it would probably be Naruto? I think. My memory is fuzzy and I'm not actually going to go look. However, thats the first one I posted.

The *very* first fic i ever wrote, I have a very clear memory of for some reason. It was a FFX2/Series of Unfortunate Events crossover, I was in the fourth grade, I thought it was the coolest thing. Hm, memories.

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written so far?

I actually have two answers for this, which, I know is against the spirit and rule of the question BUT. Too bad.

One is A Most Precious Thing, bc it was such an experience to write. Despite being 10 years old I still love it. It was, as I said above, an utter experiment. It is written entirely in 2nd person, which is not actually a choice? I made? Um, I tried, very hard in the beginning, to write in in my standard 3rd, and it didn't work. The story actively refused to be written as such and I kept ending up back in 2nd. And at some point I just gave up and wrote the rest of it as such. And it taught me, so much, about point of view and how that relates to emotional distance, and really, but trusting myself with my writing, that even if I can't say why this is happening, somewhere deep down there is a reason to it and I should trust that. As a writer who takes my craft very seriously, this one has a soft spot in my heart bc of all of that.

However, Crests Corrupted owns a piece of my soul that I will never get back. It is my thesis, my masterpiece, It has defined years of my life, I have poured hundreds of thousands of words into it, I have given it so much of my heart and my pain. It has redefined how I approach writing, it has shaped, totally, the style in which I write today. Even years from now, even years after I finally finish it whenever that is, I don't think I will ever be truly free of it. It is my favorite. How can't it be?

[cuddles-and-kisses]

So The Cat's Out Of The Bag,,,

Another fanfic for Agapito (an OC that belongs to @yandereaffections) The story starts under the cut. Hope you enjoy!

Word count: 1,908 Trigger Warnings: Subtle yandereness, I can't think of any others

It’s 11 pm. I’ve been avoiding schoolwork all day and I’m in no rush to fix it. I've been writing fanfiction, of sorts, for the past 3 hours. On the bright side, the first draft is done! My back hurts from sitting so long while my butt hurts because I’ve sat on a wooden stool this long. I need to take a break but what to do? Oh, what to do? My weekly planner is wide open on a bookstand to my right. I could be productive, or I could keep avoiding them... So the planner is closed now. I’ve reorganized pens in a pen cup for the seventh time. Is there a limit to how many times a person can adjust a desk lamp before going insane? There has to be something else to do but what? As if on cue, my phone lights up with a text from my Baby. We’ve been official for 6 months so our dates are a lot more casual nowadays.

“Angel, I want attention. Unlock the back door” I’m aware it doesn’t seem like it but this is how he asks to come over. He won’t come over until I respond giving the green light. “Bold of you to assume I’m home and not partying at a random frat house” We both know I’m not doing jack at 11 pm on a Friday. Nonetheless, it’s fun to pretend I have a flourishing social life. “That’s cute. Back door please” Alright, now to get up and- ow, fuck, ouchie, ok, hold on. *POP* There we go!

I should probably pick my room up real quick. I made my bed earlier today so that’s not a problem. The svallerup rug from Ikea collects dirt a lot faster than I expected. Although would he really notice? It’s not bright in here. My dresser by the door looks fine. The futon is in couch mode, so there’s not much left I don’t have to clean up for him. In reality, I’m not cleaning for him, I just like having a clean room. The last thing I do is turn on the fairy lights above my head then light a vanilla candle. I know he’s coming over to cuddle or really do anything involving him getting affection. I might as well make my bedroom reflect that, right?

I half-jog upstairs to unlock our back door. Why the back door? It’s not because I love Jesus. Let me explain. The living room floor creaks way too loud. Also, my parent’s bedroom is right next to that door. The side door alerts our dogs to start pitching a fit. How can they hear it from the opposite side of our house? I may never be able to understand. Moonlight drifts halfway across the backroom. Sparse nightlights cover the remaining needed light. I flick on the backdoor lights followed by opening a few blinds to let more light in. Their orange glow overpowers the moonlight near the backdoor.

For whatever reason, the moon is far brighter tonight. Or my pupils are hella dilated because I’m thinking about my Baby. Either way, moonlight dusts over parts of the backroom and kitchen ahead of me. One last light to turn on. An LED light above our kitchen sink smashes through most surrounding darkness, making it almost impossible to see into the living room. White cabinets outline our kitchen. None of the cabinets match each other in this house. It’s as if this house was built in parts instead of planned out from the start. The counter is occupied with things you’d expect; a bread box, knife set, fruit basket, coffee pot, and an air fryer. Yet, there's evidence real people live here. Crumbs from a snack, mail by the fruit basket, half-empty coffee pot, as well as children’s toys forgotten all about

Everyone else is snuggled up in warm beds, sleeping. I can pick out each person’s snoring pattern when they poke through tonight’s ambiance. There are moments where quiet feels like serenity, others where it feels like emptiness. I can’t decide which one I’m feeling because I realize I’m about to have a visitor. A cup of coffee sounds like the perfect way to waste a few minutes while waiting for my lover.

Coffee cup out of the overhead cabinet. A coffee spoon from beside the coffee pot. Fake sugar off the shelves. Room temperature coffee in the pot from this morning. French vanilla coffee creamer out of the fridge. And just like that, a proper cup of coffee is served. Light reflects off the glossy coating painted over our pale coffee cups. Mom considers it a priority to have everything match or look cohesive. Appearing put together is a source of pride for her. A cup is a cup however matching cups make her happy. My ears perk up at hearing his tires pulling into the driveway. My coffee creamer swirls in the cup as he walks up the driveway. The coffee spoon clings against the inside of my coffee cup simultaneously with the creak of our back gate. All that’s left is to wash off this week’s coffee spoon then put it back. I have only a few more seconds until my Love is with me again. I’m a sappy and hopeful romantic for him, get off my back. He’s learned how to silently open the back door and if I didn’t have good peripheral vision, I would’ve yelped.

Intimate hands snake around my hips as a tender kiss is pressed against my neck. I can feel the tender smile tugging at his lips after the kiss, he had a really good day? His body is pressed against mine as he murmurs “Honey, I’m home~” behind my ear; earning a soft chuckle from me. I turn to face him, wrap my arms around his neck, and greet him with a deep kiss. This time on the lips. “Welcome home, my Love.” He’s so close to me, I can smell the cigarette he had on his way over here. The absence of alcohol or weed stench affirms he didn’t have a bad day at work. I can’t wait until these interactions become a daily occurrence. This man is breathtaking under normal circumstances; but, under the glimmer of moonlight,,, I can’t form a single thought while looking at him. The raw admiration and love this man holds in his eyes? Who could stand a chance against him? Not me. Wrong choice.

His hands linger along the sides of my hips. I hold his arms in an attempt to keep him close to me, just a little longer. “I brought you a few things. I’ll go set them on your desk.” He knows gifts aren’t my thing in spite of that he claims I deserve the entire universe. I breathed out, “Ok, I’ll be down in a minute,” then started moving to get my coffee cup, as well as a few snacks to bring downstairs. He starts heading downstairs content with how flustered I am. WAIT A FLUFFING MINUTE THE FANFICTION IS ABOUT HIM!! I whisper yell ‘Baby’ until his head pops back around the corner. I threaten him to not touch or look at my laptop. It was a pathetic attempt considering what he does for a living. In my defense, I tried. I forgot he’s in essence an overgrown teenager who will do the exact opposite of what he’s told. Wanna know what he does? Grin. I’m so fucked.

Agapito dashes downstairs and leaves me in unadulterated fear. I’m frozen in place, trying to come to terms with my fate as his footsteps fade. It’s not smut or anything, just a simple night and morning routine imagining that we lived together. This is going to be so embarrassing. Please spare me this treacherous fate and undying embarrassment. Deep breaths, just take deep breaths. Get your coffee then snacks then, simply, accept what’s just happened.

With arms full of snacks, I shut my bedroom door as gingerly as I can. Setting the cup on the dresser right by the door to make this a little easier. He’s standing at my computer, reading through the last page. Oh hey, he brought me Rolo’s as well as 3 Musketeers. Nice! Oh wait, he’s done reading. His shoulders aren’t tense; his breathing hasn’t changed; all the same, he’s just standing there. “Why did you write this out instead of doing it?” That’s a good question tbh. My Baby’s voice sounds hurt, despite that, he’s trying to hide it. Ok, he needs a hug. Now to throw the snack on the bed. He needs a rib-crushing hug and you bet your butt I’ll be the one to deliver. I tug at his elbow so he’ll face me then pull him into me. His shoulders are right under my chin when we’re facing each other. I bury my face in his neck while my arms hug him as tight as I can. Except why is he upset about this?

His love for me is nothing to scoff at. He loves me the same way he wanted to be loved when he was younger. We’ve figured out he’s catching up from his pre-teen years and onward. So about 13 years without a stable romantic relationship. When he was trying to court me I had to call him out all the time for manipulation. I know he’s terrified I’ll think he’s not good enough. He has episodes of frantic attempts to meet all of my needs, even if it’s not asked for or needed. What is going through his head? Does he feel like he’s not good enough? That he’s not loving me enough so I have to turn to a fictional version of him? Does he think he’s not good enough for me to do this stuff with him? None of those are true, obviously. I explicitly stated that in the story he just read. It doesn’t mean he won’t get stuck inside his head. I need to tell him the truth. Even if I wanted to lie, I couldn’t, he’s a finely-tuned human lie detector. One more deep breath. Squeeze him a little tighter. Look him in his eyes and come clean.

“The reason I didn’t just act these out is because, I didn’t know how to ask for it.” His expression shifts from confused hurt to understanding. I start rambling, “I want to have these experiences with you. I’d give anything to have that life with you but we've only been dating for 6 months and I just, wasn’t sure, how to phrase it.” I’m choking on my own pulse from emotions. I realize I was shifting my weight left to right when he pulls me in for another hug and kisses my forehead. We stand there in each other’s embrace for a few moments before he suggests I come to his house tomorrow night. We both know what he’s suggesting. I can’t help but adamantly agree. Excitement zips through my body thinking about tomorrow night. A smile pulls at my lips as I ask, “Do you mind if I wear this shirt tomorrow night?”

Tonight is about Netflix, snacks, and rediscovering the curves and contours of each other’s bodies. Though, not before I mess up his hair while calling him a butthead. It’s evident his insecurities are still tugging at him. Funny enough, his insecurities forgot they’re fighting against me for his attention.

[fedonciadale]

I've been thinking. You know how in the books Sansa remembers The Hound kissing her, yet it never happened? And GRRM talked about the whole unreliable narrator's POV, and how this one in particular will somehow come into play later on? What if something happened with Jon in their childhood but it's reversed, so she doesn't remember it even though it happened? What if Alys' "You danced with me anon" was a deliberately wrong use of anon, suggesting that he danced with "her" (read Sansa) when they-

-when they were children, but he will also dance with her in the future (anon=soon). Berric’s description of not remembering things well when he came back suggests it will happen with Jon as well. There is a theme here of Jon and Sansa’s memories being foggy, and especially the ones connected to each other. Sansa says she hasn’t thought of Jon in ages, yet she completely modeled Alayne after him. Jon sees Arya in Ygritte and Alys, yet he so painfully obviously ignores the Sansa in them-

-It’s as if they both have coping mechanisms to deal with the thoughts of each other on a subconscious level. You usually develop those to get over something. Getting caught playing a kissing game? Dancing? Feeling guilty for crushing on each other? What isn’t said screams so loudly from the pages with these two! What if the famous controversial Sansa TWOW chapter is her finally remembering? What do you think? I feel like there’s something there, I just can’t figure out what exactly. Dear nonny, @marydri made a post not long ago that fits perfectly to your picture! I’ll try to give you the link later in the notes. She argued that something indeed happened (like a kiss probably) and that this is why we have a Bran chapter where he observes that Jon ‘had been angry for weeks’ or something like that. Sansa might have forgotten that (hence her memory of the kiss in the wrong setting and with another person) and Jon might deliberately try not to think about that. He so rarely consciously thinks about Sansa, yet most of the times it is fond - apart from the one time that was overanalysed by the fandom to mean that Sansa had been nasty to Jon (she called him half-brother) - and then there are the instances when he really likes things that should remind him of Sansa like Ygritte’s singing.My new theory is that something happened after Jon watched Sansa brushing Lady’s coat and singing. This happens in Jon’s last dream. Could you even link it to the White Cloak Sansa has which Sandor left? White Cloak could be a symbol for Ghost/Snow and the moment of Jon /Sansa that happened when the King’s party was in Winterfell might be connected to their wolves.Probably just tinfoiling… And to any who says that Jon and Sansa would be too young for a kiss I say two things. GRRM made his children so young so that the older generation could pass as the heroes of the story, and second - sorry, not sorry - as much as I love GRRM’s writing his children are far off regarding age-compatible behaviour. My son is 12 and he is about as insightful and clever as 8year old Bran, and my daughter is 17 and does not come close to Sansa’s dexterity on social skills (and my daughter is actually quite good at these things). TBH I always picture the children older more like in the show because it just doesn’t make sense to me otherwise.            

[punkscowardschampions]

Chloé & Buster

Chloé: You coming to Abi's party tonight? Buster: No Chloé: Why not! Gonna be such a laugh Buster: It's not really any of your business, is it, Chlo, but let's be honest even if I was in the country, we both know it wouldn't be a laugh Buster: Abi's probably fucked up already Buster: And that's only one of the reasons why it's a no Chloé: Ooh, someone's moody! Chloé: Unlucky you're out of town babes 😂 Chloé: Family time, is it? Yawn Buster: Fuck off, Chlo Buster: There are other things to do besides annoying my sister, you should try it Chloé: Not in her inbox, am I? Chloé: 😷 Chloé: As if you're doing anything worth talking about Buster: Neither am I so how in the hell would I know, like? Buster: Why do you care so much still what I'm doing? Buster: Sort it out, babe. The who ain't you, but there's plenty of lads in your postcode who would Chloé: Just inviting you to a bash don't get wild about it Chloé: Never see you out these days, not YOUR postcode anymore, no? Chloé: Fake girlfriend still, is it? 💔 Buster: And why do you reckon that is, babe? Buster: Fault's yours not mine. Stop inviting me out, yeah? I'm not here for it. Or you Buster: I'm not sorry I'm busy with my actual girlfriend Chloé: What have I done! Chloé: Nothing but nice to you, and your sister, for that matter Buster: If that's what you think I ain't got the time to change your mind Buster: Nor write you a list, like Chloé: 🙄 The theatrics! Chloé: So, what's she like then? Must be something if you're willing to leave here for it Buster: Draw your own conclusions Buster: I'm not talking about her to you Chloé: Cute 💘 Chloé: Though you don't need to talk that game to me Chloé: Might be able to convince a girl outside the postcode that you're #loyal babes but no need or way that'll wash with me 😏 Buster: Shut up Buster: Maybe the reason I had to go out of the postcode was less to do with me and more about the type of girl there, you ever thought on that? Chloé: Omg Chloé: Admitting you can't handle us? Buster: You wish Buster: It wasn't a compliment, babe Chloé: Whatevs Chloé: You're looking good anyway Buster: Course I am Buster: Is there anything else I can actually do for you or what? 'Cause there's plenty my girlfriend can do for me if we're done here Chloé: If you wanna make me jealous Chloé: so many better ways to go about it Buster: Please Buster: Don't flatter yourself, honestly Chloé: Who's this??? Chloé: [Rio's post] Buster: Your subtlety is astounding Buster: Your sleuthing needs some work though, clearly Chloé: It's on my feed, I ain't ashamed Buster: Give it a double tap and move on, babe Chloé: Yeah, don't think she's your type Chloé: Maybe your sister's, she's always commenting hmm Buster: Like you know anything about mine or my sister's type of girl Chloé: Getting warmer, am I? Buster: In the sense you're getting more desperate, yeah Buster: If this turns you on that's an issue for you to worry about, not me Chloé: Please Chloé: it's fun isn't it Buster: No Buster: If I tell you who she is will you go away? Chloé: Sure! Buster: She's one of my many cousins, alright Chloé: Oh Chloé: That explains it Chloé: Disappointing but don't need to tell you that Buster: Off you go then Chloé: No Chloé: I thougt you were going to tell me who your girlfriend is Buster: Why the fuck would I do that? Chloé: Why would I care who your skanky cousin is? Buster: 'Cause you're obsessed with me apparently Buster: And don't call her that Chloé: Like you care babes Buster: I obviously do or else I wouldn't waste my breath telling you to shut up Chloé: You've said worse about all of 'em Chloé: Oh my Gosh Chloé: Just realised who she is Buster: I can whatever I want. Who the fuck are you? Buster: Congrats Chloé: She is, isn't she? Chloé: The one everyone's slept with Chloé: How shaming Buster: It'd sound more sincere if you hadn't slept with most of Chelsea, babe Buster: One rule for you, yeah? Chloé: I live here, I didn't fly in for the experience Chloé: Why was she even here? Buster: Maybe if you upped your own game the lads wouldn't need her to fly in Chloé: How can you talk about your own family like that you sicko Buster: 😂 Buster: You do have a moral code of some sort then? Buster: Take it up with your boy besties, they're the ones who like to chat about it Chloé: More than you do, clearly Chloé: Doesn't that just make you want to die? How mortifying Buster: It makes me wanna kill them Buster: Thanks for asking Chloé: As if you're any better 😂 Buster: I don't sleep with any girls they care about, do I? Chloé: Yeah right Chloé: Family man now, are you babes? Chloé: Take it up with her if you're so close now Buster: Whatever, Chlo Chloé: More touchy about this than you were with your own sister Chloé: Guess there was no risk of all your mates getting on her Buster: Exactly Buster: And you've missed your chance too so no worries there Chloé: You're so vile Buster: Like you'd be above fucking my sister? Okay babe Chloé: 🤢 Chloé: I'd sooner drink bleach Chloé: thank you Buster: I'm sure she would too Buster: Shame there was none in my glass that night at the party, like Chloé: Sorry to disappoint whatever incest kink you've got going on Chloé: but nah babes Buster: Why? You ain't been sorry about being a let down in any other way Chloé: Shut up Chloé: I was wasted and you're not giving a second chance Buster: If it was only how unfuckable you are, I'd let you off Chloé: You certainly managed Chloé: Trust me Buster: As I've only got your word on it, I have to Chloé: How else do you expect me to prove it? Chloé: DNA test? Buster: I don't care Buster: It happened and it ain't again. End of story Chloé: Whatever you say Buster: There ain't nothing else to say Buster: Unless you've got something you desperately wanna add? Chloé: Just talking to James Chloé: he reckons you're well weird about your cousin Buster: Says the lad who told me in graphic detail what fucking her was like? Okay Chloé: Didn't do it for you? Chloé: Poor boy 😂 Buster: But I'm the vile one, sure Chlo Chloé: Calm down, it's only bants Chloé: You're sooooo serious now Buster: Serious about how much I want you to fuck off out of my inbox Chloé: Can't handle it now or what? Chloé: There's a reason, I know Buster: I ain't never wanted to handle you, babe Chloé: Obvs not Chloé: not related to you am I Chloé: how country 😂 Buster: Fuck off Buster: Excuse me if you slagging off my family isn't a huge turn on for me, like Chloé: Why's it matter Chloé: Not gonna say it to their face am I Buster: You literally did say shit to my sister though Buster: Already forgotten or what? Chloé: No I never Chloé: Mads tagged her Chloé: then everyone else did Chloé: it wasn't me Buster: Back in the day in was all you though Chloé: She say that did she? Chloé: I was the only one who even tried to be her friend Chloé: not my fault she was in love with me Buster: Bullshit Buster: You ain't her type either, babe Buster: Get over yourself Chloé: Hmm not how I remember it Chloé: not like you were paying any attention so what would you know tbh Buster: I've heard it from her now Buster: Not just in Dublin seeing my girlfriend, as you've already worked out Chloé: Thrilled for you both, I'm sure Buster: Act like it then Buster: Leave me alone Buster: And it goes without saying, my sister as well Chloé: Well you see I can't Chloé: Hate to burst your bubble, of course Buster: Yeah you can Chloé: I really can't Chloé: As fun as this has been I have some news Buster: Go on then Buster: Sooner you've said it, sooner you can go Chloé: Ha Chloé: I'm pregnant Buster: What the fuck, Chlo? Even for you that's low Buster: Still going to Abi's party though, yeah? Buster: Bullshit Chloé: God, I can still have fun and A GLASS Chloé: beside the point Chloé: [pics of tests] Buster: Well yeah, you can do whatever you want until you prove it's my kid Chloé: How do you expect me to do that Chloé: and I know it's yours, thank you very much Buster: You might, but I don't Buster: And forgive me if I don't automatically take your word for it after all the shit you've said and done, like Chloé: Well if you weren't being so difficult Buster: Me? Buster: Fuck that Buster: Get a prenatal DNA and get back to me or wait until the kid is born, do it and get back to me Chloé: Wow Chloé: Class act Chloé: That's going to require a bit of cooperation, babes Buster: All you need is a blood sample or mouth swab Buster: I'll give you either Chloé: Done this before, have you? Chloé: Jesus Christ Chloé: it's a child, your child Buster: Not as far I know yet Buster: You having this convo with James and the rest of them too, are you? Chloé: Fuck off Chloé: No Chloé: and don't you dare tell ANYONE Buster: Like I want them knowing about it Buster: Whether it's my kid or not Buster: I've gotta tell my parents though so Chloé: You can tell them Chloé: Mine don't know yet Buster: You should tell them too Chloé: Will you tell them with me? Buster: Okay Chloé: Yay good Chloé: When are you back? Buster: I was gonna skip school but Buster: When were you planning on telling them? Chloé: I don't know, doesn't matter Buster: Of course it does Buster: You need to decide what you're gonna do Buster: They can help you Chloé: What? Chloé: I know what I'm doing Chloé: I've already been shopping with the girls Buster: I thought you didn't want anyone to know? Chloé: I don't want YOU telling people it could be anyone else's Chloé: when it couldn't, how rude Buster: So you've told your friends but not your parents? Buster: Come on, Chlo Buster: Have you even been to the doctors or anything? Chloé: Yeah they'll just fuss and wanna know things Chloé: how cringe Chloé: No point yet Chloé: I think Chloé: it's like 12 weeks scan, yeah? Buster: You can get DNA done at 9 weeks Buster: I've just looked it up Chloé: How long's it been? Buster: If you don't know that how are you so sure it's my kid? Chloé: I haven't slept with anyone else for ages Chloé: if you must know Buster: It is kind of worth knowing, yeah Buster: Fuck's sake Chloé: Don't be funny with me Chloé: I just know alright Buster: Don't tell me how to be Buster: I asked you after if you needed me to take you to the pill and you said no Chloé: Well I thought I was fine, obviously Buster: Well, now neither of us are, obviously Chloé: I'm good Chloé: Drama Chloé: It'll be nice, if you let it Buster: Nice? Buster: Grow up, Chlo Chloé: Well I'm not getting rid of it Chloé: you've done it now, deal with it Buster: Like I said, when you prove to me that it's my baby, I will Chloé: Fine, I will Chloé: you'll see Chloé: anyway, I'm going out, gotta get my nails done for tonight Buster: I'm glad you've got your priorities in order, babe Buster: Jesus Christ Chloé: What? Chloé: I can't do anything, I told you I've got loads of stuff for it Chloé: keeping it at Lindseys Buster: Don't go the party Buster: That's what you could do Chloé: I'm not going to sit at home on a saturday night Chloé: i'm not 40 Buster: Clearly. 40 year old's don't tend to get knocked up accidentally as a rule Chloé: Menopause'll do that to you babe Buster: That's not the point Buster: We need to talk about this you can't just ruin my life and then go do a toast with your friends Chloé: Me ruin yours? I didn't impregnate myself Buster: You're ruining your own by not thinking this through Chloé: I'm not a baby killer Chloé: sorry about it Buster: I don't even have words for how stupid that sounds Chloé: I can't believe you're trying to make me get an abortion Buster: I'm not trying to make you do anything except use your brain Buster: What about uni? Are you still gonna go or what? Buster: Are you gonna get your own place or stay with your mum and dad? Chloé: Wow, 20 questions! Buster: This isn't a game Buster: Fucking hell Chloé: I'm having a baby Chloé: that's my plan Buster: And then what? Chloé: Be a mum? Buster: You know how hard that's gonna be, yeah? Chloé: I think I'll manage babe Chloé: I'm not an idiot Buster: You're an idiot if you think it's easy Chloé: How hard can it be Buster: Very Buster: Babies can't do fuck all and kids aren't much better Chloé: Yeah, I know how to feed it and change it Chloé: Abi's got a baby sister she's so cute Buster: Good for her Buster: I bet she ain't doing the night feeds while her parents sleep, is she Chloé: Whatever Buster: Don't fucking whatever me, Chlo Chloé: Don't you talk to me like that Buster: I can't talk to you right now if you're gonna be like this Chloé: That's good because you're making me late Buster: Fine Buster: Bye then Chloé: 👋